Kai doesn’t answer. Just keeps walking.
And because I’m an idiot with zero survival instinct and a biological craving for praise, I follow. The walk across the compound is short, but my legs feel like they’re trying to sue me for emotional damage. I wince with every step.
Kai leads me to his container, and confusion settles in fast.
“What—are we having a group therapy session or—”
But then he opens the door, and Rafe is inside—standing, waiting. Still dressed in black, still barefoot, still that storm-eyed, nightmare-built monument of a man who held me against tile and fucked me until I sobbed his name like it was carved into my ribs. The sight of him stops me dead in the doorway.
Rafe looks at me. His voice comes out low, calm, and quietly ruined. “Made you a promise last night.”
I stare at him, pulse kicking hard in my throat. Then it clicks—the syringe.
Oh fuck.
I stop just inside the container, rooted there, the air suddenly too thick and too still.
Rafe doesn’t move. Doesn’t say anything else. He just watches me from under those stormcloud lashes, like he’s already peeled back every thought I’ve ever had and cataloged them for later use. He stands by the counter—barefoot, legs spread slightly, arms loose at his sides—his shirt wrinkled and damp at the hem, as if he hasn’t bothered changing since he wrecked me last night.
I’m standing here in nothing but his oversized tee and a dangerous amount of morning wood, barely upright, still sore, still floaty, and still not quite over the fact that he left me a severed finger as a love token.
So naturally—“Is it weird I’m still hard?” I blurt.
Kai groans behind me. “Jesus Christ.” Then he turns and walks out, muttering something in another language that I’m pretty sure translates towhy am I surrounded by cock-hungry lunatics?The door clicks shut behind him.
Silence settles, thick and sudden.
I blink. Then I look back at Rafe—who’s smirking now. That slow, dangerous, crooked-up-one-side smirk that makes my blood pressure spike and plummet in the same heartbeat. He crooks one finger at me.
And like a fucking idiot, I go. I stagger forward, bare feet scuffing the floor, heart pounding harder with every step until I stop right in front of him, looking up, feeling small in the best possible way.
He lifts one hand and presses a single finger to the center of my chest. One firm push and I go down—collapse right into the chair behind me like my knees folded from the command alone. Fuck. That was hot.
“Sit up straight,” he says, stepping forward. “Feet flat. Hands on thighs.”
I obey instantly—too fast, too eager—and my cock throbs hard in response, straining against the thin fabric of his tee.
He tilts his head slightly, eyes dragging over me slow and deliberate, like he’s weighing whether I’m even worth the effort. Then—“You don’t do drugs without me anymore.”
The words hit harder than a slap. My spine jolts upright; my chest stutters on a ragged breath. I blink up at him, wide-eyed.
“You don’t crawl to Kai. You don’t beg anyone else for a fix.”
I nod—can’t stop myself. The ache between my legs sharpens, pulses worse.
He leans down slowly, hands braced on the arms of the chair, caging me in, mouth so close I can feel the heat of every word. “You want to get high?” he murmurs. “You ask me.”
My breath hitches. My thighs twitch involuntarily, muscles jumping under his gaze.
His voice drops even lower. “You want a hit, a touch, a taste, a needle, a pill, a punishment—anything—you come to me. You don’t crawl around this fucking compound asking to be ruined by anyone else.”
I’m sweating. My cock is leaking. I think I might pass out and I don’t even care.
He leans closer, mouth ghosting my ear. “You don’t move until I say. You don’t need unless I say. I own that now, halo. That hunger in you? It’s mine.”
I make a sound—something between a gasp and a moan—but I don’t move. I don’t fucking dare. Because he’s right. And I want that more than I want air. More than I want the drug. More than I want anything. I want his rules. I want his voice in my bloodstream.
And fuck me, I’ve never been harder in my life.
